Chapter 13: Restraint Can't Outdo the Heavens, But Special Attack Can Really Help You, Immortals

The thunder of the fire mines rumbled through, blasting Wang Rongyuan's head into a daze.

But he wasn't flustered in the slightest; curled up in the dirt, he offered up the Golden Branch and Jade Leaf Fan—a low-quality crafted magical instrument with three layers of prohibitions, used to store things—above his head, and for now he didn't have to worry about the fire mines.

The Golden Branch and Jade Leaf Fan, a high-quality fan-type magical instrument, made from the eighth-grade Golden Jade Full Hall Leaves on the sixth-grade spirit plant Jin Yu Tree, can fly, defend, and attack.

Above his head, first a layer of soil more than ten meters thick, then layered on top of that a high-quality Jin Yu magical instrument.

Even if a Foundation Establishment cultivator came right now and used a mid-quality spirit artifact to dig at him, Wang Rongyuan could still take two hits!

Ignoring the fire mines, he silently circulated his cultivation method, using his divine sense to manipulate the spirit seeds on the ground, and began to set up a formation!

Wood spiritual root cultivators are at a great disadvantage in magical combat before Foundation Establishment, but if they can use spirit seeds appropriately, they have an extremely high ceiling.

And Wang Rongyuan not only had a wood spiritual root, he also had an earth spiritual root, and in his younger years had spent many years studying formations.

That formation teacher never taught him anything real, but at least it gave him a decent foundation in formations.

Once the Wang family's inherited formations were combined with the spirit seeds unique to wood spiritual root cultivators, Wang Rongyuan's ceiling in magical combat became even higher.

"Big brother, maybe we should go, it's already been more than a dozen fire mines—if he's a cultivator with ten layers of earth spiritual root, our fire mines are useless!"

After tossing a pile of fire mines with absolutely no effect, the Qi Refining Layer 8 bandit cultivator was already numb.

"Run? Where would you run? You can run, but can I run? It's all your damn fault!"

The bandit cultivators of Miaofeng Mountain were also numb.

If it weren't for this idiot exposing his own background...

Thinking of this, the look he gave his third brother even carried a murderous glint.

"No need to run. Since we've met, you can both stay here."

The simple formation laid with spirit seeds as its base was already prepared, so Wang Rongyuan stopped hiding and drilled straight up out of the dirt.

The Qi Refining Layer 8 bandit cultivator was startled by the sudden appearance of the old man from the Rongyuan family, and instinctively fired off a Flying Fire Technique at him.

Wang Rongyuan didn't even dodge; he merely channeled a wisp of spiritual power, drew water from the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator's Cloud Kerchief rain, and conjured a water ball the size of a fist.

The water ball and the Flying Fire Technique collided, canceling each other out, turning into white vapor in midair.

"Weak. You're weak like a Qi Sensing cultivator, you know that?"

Wang Rongyuan didn't keep using the Medicine King Pestle—this thing needed to be used with someone else's cooperation, or as a sneak attack; using it alone was too hard to make work.

He raised his hand and activated the spirit seed formation, and the woods within a few dozen zhang immediately took on a murderous air.

"A formation? Just which sect are you from? Or are you a family cultivator?"

The Miaofeng Mountain cultivator was still asking questions, seemingly very curious, but Wang Rongyuan's face suddenly paled in fright.

The Fire Burst Fruit at his waist was triggered by him and exploded directly, sending his whole body flying sideways through the air like a torn burlap sack.

Two needle-type magical instruments were hidden behind the raindrops falling from the Cloud Kerchief, and had just nearly pierced straight through Wang Rongyuan from the crown of his head!

Wang Rongyuan realized the opponent still posed extreme danger, and didn't dare to underestimate them in the slightest; six enormous vines grew from the ground and gathered together behind his back.

The six vines were like six legs, carrying him as he moved swiftly through the high places of the forest.

This was also a secret transmission of the Wang family—Wandering Through the Forest. Using the formation's effect to restrict the enemy's positioning, then using Wandering Through the Forest to position himself, Wang Rongyuan could free up enormous mental energy to manipulate magical instruments.

He offered up a dagger the size of a child's palm, which shot straight toward the Cloud Kerchief that kept raining down in midair—this was to seize back control of the battlefield.

After all, he didn't know whether the water dripping from this Cloud Kerchief had any other effects.

The simple spirit seed formation, seizing one share of battlefield control.

Using wood vines as support, executing Wandering Through the Forest, seizing one share of initiative in magical combat.

Now, Wang Rongyuan was simultaneously manipulating three magical instruments: two low-quality crafted donkey mane sachets with five layers of prohibitions, and a mid-quality crafted dagger with twelve layers of prohibitions.

Those who didn't understand would mistakenly think his mental energy was already exhausted, that he had reached the limit of his control.

"Break those two crappy magical instruments of his first!"

The Miaofeng Mountain cultivator clearly didn't understand the Wang family's extravagance—the Wang family used donkey mane sachets as consumables!

Donkey breeders—that's how lavish they are!

While he was telling his third brother to deal with the donkey mane sachets, he was also manipulating the Cloud Kerchief to dodge the blue dagger.

At the same time, he was also manipulating two needle-type magical instruments to pursue Wang Rongyuan, who was moving swiftly through the forest.

Seeing his opponent once again led by him into making the wrong decision, Wang Rongyuan's heart settled completely.

When the blue dagger flying in midair crossed paths with the Cloud Kerchief, it suddenly trembled and shot out a ball of flame, heading straight for the Cloud Kerchief!

The Fire Bull Horn Dagger, made from the horn of a Qi Refining stage Fire Bull, with the foundation of a high-quality magical instrument, but only refined with twelve layers of prohibitions—all for the sake of easier control!

It was painted blue to trick idiots!

A fire-type Fire Bull Horn Dagger already counters cloth and silk-type magical instruments; it comes with the Fire Bull's innate spell Flying Fire Technique, and if it misses, it can fire off another Flying Fire Technique!

In the blink of an eye, one of Wang Rongyuan's donkey mane sachets and the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator's Cloud Kerchief were both destroyed.

Seeing that the Fire Bull Horn Dagger had already achieved merit, Wang Rongyuan directly gave up controlling it, and ignored the other donkey mane sachet as well.

The blue-green Medicine King Pestle was offered up once again, heading straight for the Qi Refining Layer 8 bandit cultivator.

A straight kill!

The needle-type magical instruments were still pursuing Wang Rongyuan, but Wang Rongyuan wasn't flustered in the slightest.

Most of his mental energy was focused on controlling the Medicine King Pestle; the remaining fraction was enough to guard against sneak attacks.

"My Cloud Kerchief, my Cloud Kerchief—how dare you, brat!"

The Miaofeng Mountain bandit cultivator was shouting, but his third brother was about to die!

"Big brother, save me!"

The Qi Refining Layer 8 bandit cultivator offered up his defensive magical instrument, but his defensive magical instrument was only low-quality; before the Medicine King Pestle with twenty-one layers of prohibitions, it shattered at the slightest touch.

Like a boulder shaving flat a mountain peak, the Medicine King Pestle swayed gently, the pink-white cloud burst open, and the headless bandit cultivator's corpse fell to the ground.

Until death, his big brother never saved him!

"Only you left."

Wang Rongyuan finally spoke, but the Miaofeng Mountain bandit cultivator chose to flee for his life.

However, a simple formation is still a formation; the simple formation made of spirit seeds snuffed out his thoughts of running.

"Fellow Daoist, I am willing to take you as my master, to become your servant — I beg you, Fellow Daoist, spare my life."

Trapped within the formation, the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator spun around in frantic circles; he now felt endless regret.

He should have just run straight away earlier!

Wang Rongyuan paid him no attention at all, simply continuing to maneuver the Fire Bull Horn Dagger to pursue him.

He didn't use the Medicine King Pestle because he needed to control his spiritual energy expenditure — if anything unexpected happened, he'd still have spiritual energy left to escape.

The two fought for several rounds. Fearing something might go wrong, Wang Rongyuan frowned and brought out his trump-card treasure, which looked like a round hat.

Sound Shell Cymbals, mid-grade tenth layer, refined from the shell of a sound shell — average defense, zero attack power, but it has a special attack.

In a cultivator's magical combat, type advantage may not overcome the heavens, but a special attack can still help the fighter — even against immortals.

However, what the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator had been waiting for was the moment Wang Rongyuan took another risk!

Just now you were only ever controlling one mid-to-upper-grade magic artifact at a time — I had no chance.

Now, the dagger, the new special hat-shaped magic artifact, both around mid-grade — my chance has come!

A needle-type magic artifact he had been hiding all along, never used, shot out from the shadows, heading straight for Wang Rongyuan.

"Clack!"

The Golden Branch and Jade Leaf Fan held in Wang Rongyuan's hand blocked the Miaofeng Mountain cultivator's final counterattack. Wang Rongyuan had already thought highly enough of him, but he hadn't expected him to actually have a third needle-type magic artifact!

Looking at the pinhole on the Golden Branch and Jade Leaf Fan, Wang Rongyuan secretly thought that was close — thank goodness he'd learned of his background in advance.

An upper-grade nineteenth-layer magic artifact could only be called average, but the Golden Branch and Jade Leaf Fan's saving grace was that its defense was invincible at Qi Refining stage — it could even block an offensive-type lower-grade spiritual artifact.

But it could only block once; after one hit, the defensive power at the struck spot would vanish, and the overall defensive power would also plummet.

"What? How did you manage to control three mid-to-upper-grade magic artifacts at the same time?"

Seeing that his strongest strike had failed to Achieve Merit, the Miaofeng Mountain bandit cultivator's Dao heart was on the verge of collapse.

"Clang!"

The Sound Shell Cymbals emitted a special sonic attack, heading straight for the bandit leader's position; his movement to dodge the Fire Bull Horn Dagger was also disrupted for an instant.

Only an instant — less than a quarter of a breath.

But, that was already enough.

The Fire Bull Horn Dagger pierced through the bandit cultivator's heart. Wang Rongyuan immediately canceled his wandering through the forest and landed steadily on the ground — spiritual energy couldn't be wasted.

You ask why he can control three mid-to-upper-grade magic artifacts at the same time?

This is actually a simple math problem.

Twelve-layer prohibitions Fire Bull Horn Dagger + ten-layer prohibitions Sound Shell Cymbals + nineteen-layer prohibitions Golden Branch and Jade Leaf Fan = forty-one layers of prohibitions.

Although it's a bit harder to control, the Sound Shell Cymbals are a special-attack-type magic artifact that only need to be triggered once before being released.

The success or failure of magical combat involves matters of life and death — one cannot afford to be careless!

He raised his hand and directed the spirit seeds to drain the flesh and blood nutrients from these bandit cultivators, then used the vines triggered by the spirit seeds to collect the spoils from the battlefield.

Soon, Wang Rongyuan recalled the spirit seeds and stuffed everything into his storage bag.

He felt the pinhole on the Golden Branch and Jade Leaf Fan, and after confirming it could be repaired with the Earth Containment Art, Wang Rongyuan finally felt greatly reassured.

"A small profit of one thousand two hundred taels — enough for Yulou to eat for over ten years, hahahahaha."

What bad intentions could Uncle Rongyuan possibly have? He just wanted to earn a bit more food money for the child, that's all.